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I flip her back to face me, sling her over my shoulder—the same way a Viking might carry his newly conquered prize—and start making my way out of the apartment.
She kicks hard against my chest and I’m forced to tighten my grip around her soft milky thighs to keep her still. Her scent is overwhelming now, and I feel the tip of my cock growing wet as endless thoughts of what Icoulddo to her right now—each imagined act filthier than the last—rush through my head.
Focus.
I slip on one of the stairs, bumping my shoulder roughly on the wall. The peeling wallpaper shreds from the impact. Another door opens, a new face eyes me. I ignore them as I make my way through the front door and spring towards the car.
I yank the door open, and Sima glances up, doing a double take at the sight of Emily. “What the fuck is?—”
I shove Emily into the back seat and bark at him in Russian. “Go! Now!”
I’ve barely closed my door when Sima slams on the gas, and sends us rocketing down the street.
Once the car is safely in motion and the doors are locked, I reach over to pull the gag out of Emily’s mouth.
As soon as her mouth is free, she scrambles away from me, scrunching into the corner with her head against her window.
“Please,” she pleads, her lips trembling. “Please let me go.”
Her chest rises and falls as she stares at me with a wild expression in her sapphire-blue eyes.
Slowly, I reach over to brush away a strand of her hair. The tip of my finger grazes her skin and she gasps from the contact.
“I can’t let you go, Kitty Cat.” I tell her truthfully as I pull back. “Not after this.”
15
EMILY
I thought steppingfoot into my dead sister’s apartment and nearly getting killed by an unknown man was the most shocking thing that would happen to me today.
Turns out I was wrong.
So. Fucking. Wrong.
When Konstantin first showed up and saved me from certain death, my heart had swelled with gratitude.
When he wrenched the knife out of my hand and yanked me close to him, gratitude became doubt.
When he gagged me, flipped me on my stomach, and started tying my hands behind my back, doubt turned into fear.
When he slung me over his shoulder, his thick powerful fingers squeezing my thighs to keep me from kicking him in his muscular chest, fear transformed into something else.
Something primal and visceral.
Something that makes my thighs instinctively clamp together and squeeze.
Something that sends a searing throb between my legs.
Something that makes my toes curl and claw against the confines of my shoes.
And when he tells me that he can’t let me go, all while his icy-blue eyes pierces me to my core, and the car continues to race towards some unknown destination …
I can’t help the needy whimper that escapes from my lips.
At the sound, Konstantin’s gaze turns towards me, and I struggle against his silky tie that’s still keeping my hands bound behind my back. He cocks his head to one side and then slowly reaches over.
There’s nowhere for me to back up.
